Captain's log -- November 13, 1824. Me and my men chart a new course deep into the dark waters up north in search of arctic blubber. Yea, just one leviathan possesses enough blubber to light all the lamps of London for a year. Subsisted on salted cod and spinach for 3 months, we have. But the good Lord has been merciful so far and not one has perished. Tomorrow will we catch our fish?
Postscript: Captain T.R. Price sunk with his men and his ship the next day, and his diary is all that remains.